Dreamland (BDSM)

Chapter Six

I was upstairs working on homework, but I could hear voices downstairs. At least three people, all male, very loud. I closed my books, stacking them against the wall, and started to go downstairs. I didn't know we were supposed to have anyone over. I looked around the living room, confusion settling on my face. Nick was sitting on the couch, along with three other people around the room. They were all laughing, though they stopped once they noticed me. A sick smile crossed Nick's face when he saw me, an idea coming to his mind.

"Why don't you come over here Gracie, sit on my lap."

I immediately halted, fear sinking in. He only used that nickname when he was up to something, when he had something wicked in mind.

I dragged my feet over to him, my mind forcing my body to move, fighting against the instinct to run back upstairs and lock the door. I perched myself on his lap, my posture rigged. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling my back flush against his front.

"We were just talking about you. Now, they didn't believe me when I told them about what we did two nights ago. So why don't we show them?"

His finger skimmed the hem of my shirt, gripping it and pulling it over my head. He palmed my breasts through my bra, groping them. I squeezed my eyes shut, mentally urging him to stop. I had no desire to repeat what had happened two days ago, especially not in front of his friends. 

He had come home early that day and surprised me. I was taking a nap on the couch. I woke up to him inside of me, inside of my ass. My tears had made the cushion wet against my face, making the fabric seem rougher. I remembered I had struggled against him, tried to get out from under him, but my movements were futile and he responded by slapping me on my ass and laughing.  My cheek was rubbed raw afterward.

His hand traveled down from my breasts to the button of my jeans, all the while grinding his growing erection against my back. He undid the button, lifting both himself and me into a standing position so he could slide my pants off of my legs. The other boys whistled as he slid my panties off, sneering at me with dark looks in their eyes. He bent me over the arm of the couch, his fingers digging into me.

I began to make a list of all of the tasks I still needed to get done for my Constitutional Theory class. There were two chapters to read, as well as an analysis of an opinion. Both of which needed to get done before class tomorrow.

I could vaguely feel Nick's hands on my hips, hear his grunts as he thrust into me. I went back to my list, deciding that if I wrote the opinion tonight I could get away with reading the chapters tomorrow in between two of my classes. His hand came down hard on my ass, really hard. His friends cheered. I pushed my face further into the cushion.

That night I dreamt of our first date, the awkward initial conversation, his crooked smile, the perfect kiss at the end of the night. When I woke up in the morning my pillow was wet. Even when he was making me happy, he could still make me cry.